and...
I found this note.
It said my two chicks were in church.
What the hell are my two chicks
doing in church?
Somebody die or something?
That was... That was a joke.
That was supposed to be a joke.
Anyway, I went home.
I dropped a little incense like
I always do, just to unwind a little bit.
And I put on the TV set.
And there was
this guy on the TV.
And he was talking
about Freddie.
He... He said that...
He said that Freddie Prinze
put a gun to his head...
...and he killed himself.
You know, it was an accident, man.
Shit, I mean, he was fucking...
He was very gifted.
You always laughed at him
because he was very fucking talented.
And sometimes you didn't even
wanna laugh at him...
...and you laughed at him anyway.
But those motherfuckers...
...they had to say that
he was depressed...
...and he was suicidal,
and that he was fucked up.
They wanted his fucking ass, man.
They wanted to nail his ass.
Because he didn't think living
was such a happy trip, you know?
We can't have happy people
walking on this planet.
Everybody's gotta be
so goddamn serious.
Everyone's gotta stay in business...
...and suffer so the witch doctors
and the deodorant- spray people...
...and plastic surgeons
could stay in business.
And we can all go fucking pray
to the asshole God up there...
...that fucked it up
in the first place!
Does all this make you
realize anything about yourself?
- What?
- How does it affect you?
How does it affect me?
I'm here,
and I'm in this fucking school.
And I'm fucking everybody back
for Freddie!
Take it easy, Ralph.
You want them laughing
with you, not at you.
I don't want them laughing.
Leroy?
Ma'am?
What are you wearing, Leroy?
- A hat.
- On your feet, Leroy.
Oh, those. You like them? They get me
to class quicker, get more learning in.
- What about your book report?
- I done it.
- You did it.
- 1000 words. I counted them too.
- The Best of Playboy isn't a book report.
- It's reading, ain't it?
So is 1984, Huckleberry Finn,
Great Expectations. You heard of those?
I seen a couple of the movies.
If you don't read,
you're missing so much.
- I don't like reading. It's not my style.
- Then try Othello. He's black.
- 1000 words in two weeks.
- Or what?
Or you'll skate right out of
this school, Mr. Johnson.
Come in.
- Miss Berg, you wanted to see me?
- Come and sit down, Lisa.
You're not working hard enough, Lisa.
Well, I've been sick.
Dancers don't get sick.
Well, my doctor told me...
...to take it easy
for a week or two until I feel okay.
- So now it's the doctor's fault?
- Don't you believe me?
I believe you, Lisa.
But I don't have room
for you in this class anymore.
But I brought a doctor's note.
There are too many other girls
who take dance seriously...
...to waste time and space
on someone who isn't dedicated.
- But I am dedicated.
- I'm sorry, Lisa. I don't see it.
I got into this school, didn't I?
We made a mistake.
Sometimes it just doesn't work out.
- You'll get over it.
- I'll work harder.
- Maybe.
- I promise I'll be better.
Better isn't good enough.
I don't think you'll ever
be good enough. You don't have it.
That's a hard thing to hear, and it's not
pleasant to say, but it's the truth.
I'm saving you a lot of time and pain
by saying it now.
I don't wanna be the best.
- Well, you won't be.
- I just wanna dance.
- Well, you'll never be a Mikhail, Lisa.
- I can't fail, Miss Berg.
- I only ever wanted to be a dancer.
- You'll get over it.
- What do I tell my mother?
- Have her call me and I'll explain.
Fuck it. If I can't dance,
I'll change to the drama department.
I tell you,
you're a fucking good actress.
I heard the bitch came down
on her real hard.
- So? Life comes down hard.
- She just took a real bad dump, kid.
Better she realizes it now
than OD in some motel room at 30.
You might show
a little more sympathy, dear.
- I'm not "dear. "
- Йvidemment.
You're not trиs